Cold winter's blast had clad the streets
of lovely Looe in shrouds of white;
and eerie calm befell the Gulls
above the harbour and the lights

Behind each window, curtains peeked
As Children gazed with wondering eyes;
For garden, street and harbour wall
A million Diamonds seemed to prize

The Children ran to don their coats,
But Parents wisely bade them stay;
And after breakfast promised each,
To join them in their winter play

And so with hats, and scarves and gloves,
The Children in a happy band
With laughter and without a care,
Enjoyed their winter wonderland.

Dear God; Your ways mysterious are;
For on that scene of childish play,
You took from us a shining star;
An Angel fit with You to stay.

See through the streets on many a gate,
A sea of ribbons, Pink and True;
To celebrate the life and times,
Of Maisie Duncan, Child of Looe.

Now at the time of Snow-Drop blooms,
As winter wanes and soon departs;
We smile as we remember now,
A Child who loved, and touched our hearts.